Objective: 2 - Tip of the Spear
Allies: BotM ( The Mongrel Marlon Sularen Halketh Romund Sro )
Enemies: SJC ( Sergeant Omen Starlin Rand Artemis Lu ) │ NIO ( Noel Strasza Avenger) │ GA ( Damsy Callat The Dark Inquisitor )
Direct Engagement: The Dark Inquisitor Sergeant Omen
Covering her head and closing her eyes had gone a long way towards mitigating the effects of the flash grenade. Unfortunately, such a violent burst of sound and light could not be totally blocked or avoided. Glossa’s ears rang incessantly, which along with the sharp ache in her chest from the Jedi’s powerful exertion of energy, made the Aspirant feel a sensation of mild nausea. Nevertheless, Glossa didn’t dare take even a moment of rest, pain lancing through her entire body as she quickly picked up her rifle and pushed herself up onto a knee, fearing that at any moment the Jedi would be on her, plunging her yellow lightsabers into her back to render her as yet slave soldier slain at the hands of an all-powerful, seemingly divine mage-knight.
Just as she turned halfway around, smoke began to cloud up the entire area in a dense fog. For a short moment, she was blinded. However, bringing her rifle up to her cheek, the scope mounted on its frame cut through the smoke via ultrasonic waves, allowing her to see the Jedi on the ground, stunned by all visual indications.
She almost couldn’t believe it.
Surely, this was some sort of arcane illusion. A Jedi, fallen, made weak by the tools of a mere mortal. It was a sight which she had never expected to lay eyes upon. A part of her was ready to accept her seemingly inevitable fate, a searing lightsaber impaled through her chest, a blaster bolt to the head, or even a sudden snap of her neck wrought by an invisible hand, while she was distracted by a simple illusion cast with only a thought.
Nevertheless, the slave soldier couldn’t hesitate.
With a grunt, Glossa set her aim on the Jedi’s chest, before firing a pair of four-round bursts, unleashing a salvo of eight baradium-core slugs from slightly less than ten meters away in quick, back-to-back succession, which emptied her magazine in the process. If her senses were true, a quick kill or incapacitation seemed feasible, perhaps even likely. If not, the Avatars would judge her soul, either resurrecting her in paradise or consuming her energies to bring about the Second Genesis.
As her weapon clicked empty, Glossa caught sight of the armored Marine in her sights as well, limping towards the Jedi. Pushing herself off of the ground, the Jango Jumper moved a few meters back from her original position, pressing a new magazine into her rifle before a shot suddenly rang out from the smoke, a fresh sting of agony manifesting in her nerves as the shatter round struck her in the leg, eliciting a pained grunt from her throat as numbness came over the stricken limb, forcing her back onto a knee after moving roughly six meters.
Without hesitating, Glossa returned fire through the smoke in a pair of two-round bursts, unleashing four explosive slugs aimed for the Marine’s chest with sharp, distinct cracks which reverberated out amidst the chorus of screams and blaster fire...
- White Pulsiva Bodysuit
- Supplemental Armor Plating
- Scavenged Duraplast
- Vambraces / Greaves / Cuisses / Rerebraces
- Scavenged Duraplast
- Energy Shield
- B-11 “Greitis” Class Combat Boots
- Whimsy Knife (2)
- Supplemental Armor Plating
- Hekler’Kok FR-01
- 30-Round Magazine
- Ammunition
- Sonic Scope
- FAE/M-01 "Scherezade" Energized Vibroblade
- Flash Grenade
- G-20 Glop Grenade (2)
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